In all honesty, Jo could not help but be amused by what would have been a highly inappropriate sight, had she been anywhere but on the edge of a dock. Back home, these things were frequently frowned up, what with all the water, sun, and unladylike clothes.
She couldn't be damned though, and she had just started to lean back across the wood planks when she saw the glint of the sun on the wheels. "Oh, hello. They decided to let you out of the coop, did they?"
There was a long moment where all he could do was stare, face blank with awe, breathing in the salt air and feeling something almost like... like that peace he'd been searching for so hot and heavy for so long.
He heard her voice and smiled, arms folded across his knees, watching the tide lap at the base of the dock. "Free and without supervision."
"Impressive." It wasn't quite as impressive as she wanted to pretend was, seeing as it was entirely useless to keep a grown person indoors like child or some sort of dog. It wasn't like they were going to break.
She turned the page. "I suggest you not abuse these new found priveleges or next time they might take away the key."
"I didn't exactly wait around for a permission slip," he admitted with a wincing laugh, "But I think I'm a little late to claim this as any kind of great escape"
The only reason he'd stopped to listen to any of those be carefuls lately was his own wariness of the island. As far as he could imagine, until that morning there'd been nothing beyond the clearing around the Compound. This unknown darkness he couldn't venture into. He couldn't quite explain how freeing it was, sitting there on the edge of the dock, just breathing.
Jo did not possess the faintest notion what a 'permission slip' was and it showed as a momentary look of confusion crossed her face. As soon as she realized what she was doing, she promptly banished it.
"Fair enough, at least you can claim that the view is all yours. No one can take that away," she reasoned, before laughing. "Well, I suppose they can, but that'd be wretched of them."
"I'm sure you'd put up a good fight. And if it means anything, I'd give a good go of it on your behalf," she offered with a smile, thinking of all the times she'd gotten in trouble for having rows with neighbourhood boys.
"I don't doubt it," he said with a grin. She seemed like she could be downright scary, if she wanted to be. In Jason's opinion, that wasn't even close to being a bad thing.
"I'm not sure if you agreeing with that is a good or bad thing," she admitted, deciding that even if it was bad, she was going to take it as good. Miss March had years of corset-bound oppression to make up for. "I'm going to take it as good though. Knock them dead and all that."
She couldn't be damned though, and she had just started to lean back across the wood planks when she saw the glint of the sun on the wheels. "Oh, hello. They decided to let you out of the coop, did they?"
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There was a long moment where all he could do was stare, face blank with awe, breathing in the salt air and feeling something almost like... like that peace he'd been searching for so hot and heavy for so long.
He heard her voice and smiled, arms folded across his knees, watching the tide lap at the base of the dock. "Free and without supervision."
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She turned the page. "I suggest you not abuse these new found priveleges or next time they might take away the key."
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The only reason he'd stopped to listen to any of those be carefuls lately was his own wariness of the island. As far as he could imagine, until that morning there'd been nothing beyond the clearing around the Compound. This unknown darkness he couldn't venture into. He couldn't quite explain how freeing it was, sitting there on the edge of the dock, just breathing.
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"Fair enough, at least you can claim that the view is all yours. No one can take that away," she reasoned, before laughing. "Well, I suppose they can, but that'd be wretched of them."
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Nobody'd get him off that dock without a fight.
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